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(as they say, the road to hell is) Paved with Good Intentions

April 26, 2008

Because Singapore Dreaming is my favourite local film so far, hopefully the pioneer of many more worthy productions in our comparatively fledgling film industry.

This is the essay before the film, that was later published. It has been awhile since an address has hit me with such resonation, the other perhaps being Steve Jobs’ one at Stanford. Curiously, their case-in-points are almost similar.

On the other hand, this is might be the quintessential film on the lives of ordinary Singaporeans - HDB dwellers. No scholars, professionals, nor old money here. Those who visit the Singapore Pools as faithfully if not moreso, than church or temple devotees. Produced by 2 Singaporeans, both professionals who now call New York home & Dr. Woffles Wu, a top plastic surgeon in private practice. I do wonder how they hit the nail so sorely on its head, but I guess that is where all the correspondence from Singaporeans with regards to the essay below, came in handy.

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Miss Pac-Man

April 25, 2008

So we got a vacuum cleaner yesterday. I’ve almost forgotten how much I like to vacuum. Its almost like playing real life Pac-Man, with dust mites. Surprisingly enjoyable i must say.

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In Defense of Singapore Cab Drivers.

April 24, 2008

This post has been sitting at the back of my mind for quite awhile, though I’ve been reluctant to get around to it. Perhaps I feel these guys deserve better, or maybe I’m sick & tired of hearing criticisms of our local cab drivers. Or perhaps I simply feel a slight indignation for my father.

Singaporean cab drivers have made frequent appearances in the local news recently, no thanks to various issues like the adjustment in cab fares, fare touts, Central Business District taxi-stand rules & surcharges, customer complaints, or involvement in accidents.

It is rather often you will hear complaints on expensive cab fares, rude cab drivers, or reckless drivers. I might agree on the latter, certain cab drivers drive wildly on the local roads, just because they are familiar with it. They ply the streets at least 12 hours a day, so unfortunately some are wont to act like they are the boss of the highway. But such behaviour is applicable to all drivers, albeit bad drivers, no?

The cab fare adjustment announced by the consortium of taxi companies has left many consumers disgruntled. Don’t be surprised, but most cab drivers do not have wider smiles after price increase either, due to a decrease in customers. With the recent inflation, everything from food, electricity to petroleum costs more.

Yes, 35% surcharge at peak hours & 50% after midnight might be costly. Although 4 months have passed since the adjustment, cab drivers still report poorer business than before. With taxi rentals likely to increase, these guys are at the mercy of both the consumer & the companies.

People tend to forget that cab drivers are their fellow Singaporean, who similarly has to cope with inflation like everyone else. Moreover diesel prices have gone up, with at least 5 upward revisions in 2007 alone. Unlike most employees who receive CPF contributions & extra bonuses each year, cab drivers have none of these benefits to cope with the inflation. Unlike employees who may take 14 days of medical leave, & make expense claims, cab drivers fork out the day’s rental ($47 for relief drivers & $96 for single cab owners, Comfort) should they fall ill. They work weekends & public holidays, come rain or shine.

A cab driver’s income is solely derived from the day’s earnings, minus overheads of diesel, food and rental. His earnings depends solely on hard work; the number of hours they stay on the road with a customer in the back of the cab.

Singapore’s meter rates are admittedly more expensive within Southeast Asia (Bangkok, Manila & Jakarta, where you are likely to spend at least an hour inside a cab due to traffic jams, thus incurring much higher fares comparatively) , but still cheaper than cosmopolitan Asian cities such as Hong Kong, Taipei & Seoul. It is without doubt cheaper than most cities in other continents, for instance in Sydney, cab rides cost AUD$30-40 on average.

Another rather interesting complaint is people questioning why cab drivers aren’t nicer if they have to fork out heavier fares. I have to admit, it does seem rather ludicrous to expect cab drivers to be friendlier because there is an increase in fares. I wonder if an accountant would be more meticulous, or if an engineer might increase his work-rate, when their paycheck goes up? It is unrealistic, & not to mention rather disarming, to expect your cab driver to deck out the niceties suddenly just because you are paying increased fares, moreover when tipping is not practiced in Singapore.

Most cab drivers possess a friendly disposition by default. They strive to accommodate all sorts of customers, from those looking for a tour guide, to those seeking a chat & the few who cannot stand anything less than a silent journey.

Singaporeans who rile about how cab drivers make a wrong turn or get lost, hear the wrong address or possess a terrible command of English, I hope you might close one eye. A majority of your cab drivers (all Singaporeans, I must say) are aged 50 years & above, uncles, grandfathers and fathers, if you can imagine. They are not infallible, & most are certainly kind enough to return items you leave behind, or give a reasonable discount should they lose their way.

Their English and hearing may not be perfect, but these guys (& ladies) are giving their best. Most of them give free rides to the elderly needy & the disabled. Of the many professions out there, cab drivers are probably one of those who really try to make an honest day’s living.

As with any profession, there are black sheep within the fleet who taint the credibility of cab drivers as a whole. A minute number of fare touts & reckless drivers will always exist. However, for every lousy cab driver, there also exists the ugly Singaporeans who escape without paying fares, dirty cabs with their litter and vomit, or even attempt to rob cab drivers (See today’s Straits Times report).

I can’t help but feel that cab drivers do not deserve the bad reputation, yet when people gather together to criticise these guys (& ladies), I wish they could see this from another point-of-view. At forums & even blogs like Xiaxue, where one person complains about the increase in prices or their less-than-satisfactory ride, many others will find a bone to pick with cab drivers, in perfect unison.

An open mind is such a priceless commodity, its probably what most of us can use right now.

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Dad’s Oatmeal

April 21, 2008

My dad caught a raging flu today, so bad he was Rudolph the red-nosed for most part. He was hungry, & so I tried a hand at oatmeal. Personally I dread oatmeal as breakfast, perhaps its the mushy consistency a la baby-food. My dad simply adores oatmeal(along with Teochew peanut candy, dark Toblerone, curry scissors rice, grapefruit… the list goes on), its his comfort food. Plus, you have to try very hard to fail at making oatmeal.

I once cooked oatmeal for him before I went to bed, & when he came home apparently it had gone so bad it “turned grey”. This time though, in his own words, it was so nice. To see an oatmeal aficionado enjoy an unassuming bowl of oatmeal, its a pleasant surprise.

Dad’s Oatmeal

7 full tsp of quick cooking oatmeal

180ml of water

50ml of fresh milk

.5 tsp of ground cinnamon

2 tsp of lemon or orange juice juice

1.5 tsp of sugar, brown or white

pinch of salt, to taste

chopped walnuts and/or or dried fruit

1. Add water & juice to a saucepan, bring to boil.

2. Add 4 teaspoons of oatmeal, allow to simmer for 4 minutes.

3. Add milk & remaining 3 teaspoons of oatmeal, simmer for 2 minutes.

4. Add sugar & cinammon, mix in well before serving.

5. Serve with a dash of salt, and chopped nuts & dried fruit on the side.

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The Blossoming of Maximos Oliverios

March 29, 2008
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An overdue review of Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros (2005), which showed at the Cathay Picturehouse in 2007.
This movie manages to be lighthearted despite carrying heavy themes of crime, homosexuality & one-sided love. You’re likely to fall in love with Nathan Lopez’s convincing performance as an openly gay 12-year old in a family of gangsters. I did.
The Oliveros have no mother, so Maximos relishes his role as the lady of the house with much verve. Its all fine & dandy, until Maxi falls for someone on the right side of the law.
This movie has alot of heart, & is worth watching just for Nathan Lopez. It is shot beautifully, despite the settings in a village slum.
Tempts me to explore other pinoy films. Salamat, I enjoyed this.
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an Ode(somewhat) to Hong Kong Cinema

March 29, 2008

I never quite could get down to writing movie reviews, unfortunately. Afterall, for the many twos of life’s hours spent on a single movie (2000 movies = half a year of non-stop film!), writing a couple of lines to honour a cinematic effort should be easy, no?

Perhaps this post should really be titled “I Have a Lazy Bone”. I avoid television dramas to justify movie time, but I’m too lazy to write a couple of lines. Gulp

But no… Today I will tackle the memory leak, & recall my favourite HK movies. Because Hong Kong films are generally on Love, Wu Xia / Kung Fu, History or Slapstick, I assume it would be easier to qualify as compared to my love for English/Foreign film.

I’m wrong of course, so I’m leaving out all the guilty pleasures(no Hui Brothers, Stephen Chow, Jackie Chan & Leslie Cheung movies, oh well) That would be for another day, another list.

I must confess, my days of serious Chinese film watching are long gone. They were most rampant in primary school, when Channel 8 would show up to 3 good films any given weekend. The Media Development Authority might even have been more lax back then.

My tastebuds now opt for lesser Chinese films unfortunately, perhaps because interesting films also seem harder to come by. But the good ones always remain.

Without further ado… My favourites of Hong Kong (really Chinese) cinema!

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Uniquely Singapore

March 28, 2008

Overheard from a coffeeshop, the Singaporean way to order your cuppa…

Coffee with less sugar = Kopi Siu Dai

Coffee with even lesser sugar = Kopi Siu Siu Dai

Hot Chocolate/Milo = Tak Kiu (Football, in reference to the soccer lad on Milo tins)

Chinese Tea = Diao Yu (Fishing, as tea bags look similar to fishing rods)

Lemon Tea = Clementi (A pun on the name of a Western district in Singapore)

Most coffeeshop uncles & aunties(another unique trait of SE Asia, greeting all elders Uncle or Auntie) understand this, a coffeeshop code of sorts.

Amused I was.

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Tian Mi Mi

March 28, 2008

Almost a love story. As rain poured relentlessly down from the heavens, my heart weighed down guiltier by the moment. My father was out, stuck presumably at his nearest shelter, unable to return home.

He did not bring an umbrella; he had overlooked the chance of an afternoon shower. My father refused my help, saying that he would wait till the rain had relented. I hung up relieved, yet guilty. But the shower soon became a thunderstorm & I had to find him.

Is this not what daughters are for?

I grabbed my oldest pair of slippers, the ones with no discernible grooves left. I preferred to slip & fall than to wreck a newer pair of shoes.

The rain was awful, it did not matter that I carried an umbrella. I was drenched.

“I am at the pau dian(Chinese bakery).”, he said. A 5-minute walk became a 10 minute journey in the rain.

But he was not there. I was dismayed. I searched for him, as how parents searched for children in shopping centres. He wasn’t anywhere in the neighbourhood. I was dismayed.

He must be home.

And he was.

It was just like it was in Tian Mi Mi.

Somehow I wished I found him, I wished we had walked home together under the too-small umbrella, I wished we had enjoyed a rare father&daughter moment.

But it wasn’t to be. Under the roar of a late March downpour, he was nowhere to be found.

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Pineapples

March 27, 2008

Chungking Express is my favourite Wong Kar Wai film. To me, a film is good when I can remember its plot amongst the flurry of many movies I watch. Especially so when a film changes how you see certain daily objects forever.

I took away two things from Chungking Express. One: I really wanted to see the Chungking Mansions for myself and two: Canned Pineapples. Alright, and also a slightly diminished love for California Dreamin’ after hearing it over & over.

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The Pineapple Lines

He Zhiwu, Cop 223: Any canned pineapple that expires on May 1?
Cashier: You know what day it is today?
He Zhiwu, Cop 223: April 30?
Cashier: Right. You think we sell outdated stock?
He Zhiwu, Cop 223: There’s still two hours to go.
Cashier: Nobody would buy it. Get a fresh one.
He Zhiwu, Cop 223: People like you are hung up on freshness. You realize what goes into a can of pineapple? The fruit must be grown, harvested, sliced, and you just throw it away! How do you think the can feels about that?

 

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Happiness

March 27, 2008

Someone once told me that happiness is a state of mind. I laughed at his premise then. If happiness was a state of mind, then sadness, anger, excitement, fear & all emotive feelings would merely be states of mind. Did he mean that humans merely willed themselves into feeling a certain way that seemed plausible?

Then I met someone else, a forty-something who has led a fortunate life thus far, achieving her goals without obstacles. For someone most might imagine to be happy, she wasn’t. She was unhappy, but she confessed that she reminded herself to be glad for everything that she had, & that she had nothing to be unhappy about.

Perhaps happiness is merely a state of mind. Whenever we are unhappy there exists a little voice that tells us to revel in the happiness of all our other little victories. Regardless of our superficial sentiments of the everyday, our emotional core may just be simply, happy.

Happiness to have been the X or Y chromosome that won the race.

Happiness to have kissed and hugged.

Happiness to have quenched our thirst.

Happiness to have seen colours.

Happiness to see happiness in smiles.

Happiness to have felt rain.

Happiness to have tasted chocolate.

Happiness to have closed our eyes & slept,

& happiness to wake to the morning sunshine.

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